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A Warm Night Wild Geese And Two Lane Blacktop
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A Warm Night Wild Geese And Two Lane Blacktop |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Lester wheels steady like rails, throaty notes of quad exhaust, free breathing Mikuni's built before the age of governmental guilt and freedom lost, tires hiss in memory on day long blacktop still warm in pending chill of early darkness. When I was younger, a soft night's seductive whisper could call me from a dead sleep to chase the dragon in early mists of evening's dreams. The memory's enough, it seems, to drive me mad on nights like this. Some want a home, family, a partner who is steady, even if a little dull. Some crave emptiness that spills out full of promise on lonely two lane blacktop far from city lights. By rights I am too old to think these thoughts, I ought to be deep in my cups, wallowing somewhere in dotage, but I read in a book long ago that some adrenalin junkie English mountain climber had seen wild geese flying over Mount Everest through an early evening sky, their shadows thrown by moonlight reflected for the eye on silver blue fields of snow. I've never known if it was true, and I know I would start to die at half that elevation, but if it's true, I know why wild geese fly so free and high instead of getting slow and fat in some lowland park without a view. It is almost November yet it seems like if I close my thoughts, and loose my dreams, it could be Spring forty years ago, I start remembering when just a scent of sun warmed road would drive my blood faster; I would need to see what was just around the bend, if there was freedom or disaster in an end to the road I was on. We humans are so alike, it's only fear that makes us strike adventure from our hearts, fear of our oppression or of starvation age or illness, perhaps fear of pain, yet pain's a feeling that cannot be recalled; I was born to luxury and raised within benign neglect, I came to respect those who clawed their way through every terror filled, pain littered, starvation riddled day, maybe I could have spent my life on silk pillows waiting every day for something new. Instead, I always loved an engine with more horsepower than my I.Q., one that could make me wonder if I would survive at any earthly speed limit, raised by the power of two, with nothing but my leather wrapped skin rush of wind endless throb of engine churning between my legs, may Freud be damned by sense that I was determined to try. Yes, I know why wild geese fly. ©2003, 2014 by icebox |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You struck a viable chord within me with this one, icebox. With lines like . . . "I ought to be deep in my cups, / wallowing somewhere in dotage," that my senses perked up and took notice. I love the positive thoughts . . . "throaty notes of quad exhaust," . . . Thank you for the loud look of life, even gettin' old loud. If they give you ruled paper write sideways. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Yes! I know why the wild geese fly, Charly and I envy them. Ida |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Deeply touching Charly |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Exhilarating, Charly! I love this! Yes, I, too, know why the wild geese fly! I had a beautiful, much-loved 1961 red MG sportscar (her name was Emzee) - only used the soft top now and then if it was really pouring with rain in winter. And, oh, boy, did we understand each other! Owl |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Bless your free spirit! You open the window and let the wild wind in. And dreamers like me that see the pretty geese fly but never question why they would fly so high, thank you for your vision.For I believe it is ones like me that hold your cloak of fear and trepidation, while you venture unfettered fast forward in your leather. Lori  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Awesome, dear Charly! Such a great poetic performance! I am glad I found this on my Sunday diving into less recent blue pages. Diving is good, but flying ... well. I am with the geese! And of course the attraction we experience to blissful speed is the overwhelming desire of being FREE ...you made this clear in a fantastic way here. Margherita |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Charly I have been to this post three times and am just not able to come up with words to do it justice. But NO ONE is ever really "TOO OLD" remember that and take it under advisement. Best to you, Jo |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
The first thought that came to mind, for me, COOL! Nice flow of thoughts, enjoyed. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you all for the gift of your time. c. |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I have to say, Charly, this is one of your best...and that is no mean feat. Here's to the wild geese in all of us! |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You're a weaver of words and the outcome is superb. What a wonderful tale your thoughts have told...I'm so glad you're still writing and posting your unique gift of poetry. Brava sir!!! |
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